Chapter Seven #2
“Could you give me a hand?” Her voice is timid, unlike how I know her to be. Because you know her sooo well, idiot.
“Sure,” I say, twisting the door handle to let myself into the room. She’s standing in front of the mirror in the corner, wearing nothing but a small red bikini. I nearly die on sight. My feet are glued to the floor once more.
“Could you just untangle that strap around the back for me?”
“Yeah,” I say in a breath. But I don’t move, not as my eyes roam over the view of her through the mirror. Of her curls brushing her bare shoulders. Of her stomach moving ever so slightly with every breath she takes.
“Please,” she says with a little smile.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” I say, moving into the room until I’m standing at her back, staring down at her toned body.
“I can feel a twist in the back there,” she says, her hand coming around to feel the strap that I can see is twisted just like she thought. It’s more than twisted, it’s completely tangled.
“I’m going to have to retie it,” I say. “And to do that, I need to untie it.”
“So he’s more than just a pretty face,” she teases, and it relieves some of the tension in my shoulders.
She grabs a hold of the bikini in the front, her hands cupping her breasts and I don’t know where to look, so I just focus on the strap, on pulling at the little bow until it comes free. She giggles from her spot in front of me.
“What?” I ask.
“For a hotshot, you seem so unsure of yourself.”
“You, uh…” I pull my focus into untangling the strap and retying it around her back. “I’m usually not this fucking dumbstruck, I swear,” I laugh. “But you seem to confuse my entire being.”
“Hm,” she bites her lip. And I only know because I failed at keeping my focus on her back. Instead, I’m looking at her face through the mirror. “I’ve been told in the past I’m a bit too direct, but never confusing.”
I firmly tie the bow back in place, my knuckles grazing down her spine before I pull away. “I think that might be the confusing part.”
“What part is confusing you? The part where I’m not afraid to tell you that I like you?
That I kind of wished you’d left that bow untied and thrown me on this bed?
Or is it the fact that you can’t figure out if I’m like this with every pretty boy that walks into the bar, and you don’t exactly know what to do with that? ”
“I’m going to go with all of the above,” I say, and she just smiles before turning around in my arms.
“Well, let me remedy that for you.” She lays her palms on my bare chest, her hazel eyes finding the birthmark that sits just below my collarbone.
She runs a delicate finger over the dark spot before dragging her hands up until they’re wrapped around my neck.
“I don’t act like this with every pretty boy that walks into the bar.
In fact, I usually don’t give them so much as a second glance.
But there is something about you that just draws me in, and I don’t know how to escape it.
” She frowns. “I’m not sure that I even want to. ”
Somehow, my hand involuntarily found her waist in that conversation, but I move it with purpose now, trailing my fingertips up her side until my palm is cupping the side of her face.
“And I know it’s slightly insane that I wish I was naked right now,” she continues. “But I can’t help it.”
“I think you should stop talking now,” I say, my face inches from hers all of a sudden.
“Why is that?”
“Because if you don’t stop talking about being naked, it’ll be more than just a thought or a conversation. And I want to know more about you than your favorite color before I fuck you.” And then I close my lips around hers.
She moans as soon as our mouths make contact, her lips opening immediately, inviting me in.
I groan as I lick my tongue into her mouth, as our warm breaths mingle in each other's mouths. She reaches one hand into my hair and drags her nails across my scalp, pulling a deep sound from somewhere deep within me.
One of my hands leaves her face to grip her waist as our kiss deepens, each of us wanting more from one another.
She reaches for my arm, grabbing my hand from where it sits on her waist and placing it on her ass.
I don’t waste a second before squeezing, and the moan that comes from her leaves me aching for more of this girl .
I move my other hand to join the first one, but instead of squeezing, I use it to lift her into my arms. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck and her legs around my waist like it’s second nature.
Her hips grind against mine and I nearly collapse from the friction, but instead, I start walking.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I need to get away from that bed before I’ve got Marina naked and tangled up in the white sheets.
Her hips roll once more and I can feel myself hardening far too easily in these shorts. I’m subconsciously aware that I’ve made my way to the kitchen, so I navigate my way to the island, dropping her on the countertop and pulling away from her addictive kiss.
I puff out deep breaths as I rest my forehead against hers, my arms holding all of my weight as I lean against the counter, caging her in.
“I think we should get married,” she says in between breaths. A jagged laugh escapes my grasp. “I’m just saying,” she puffs. “That was hot.”
I grin, pressing a kiss to her lips without breaking my smile. She’s absurd, and I love it. “Why don’t we start with that swim?”